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didn’t fit anything it understood. Zayden’s grip tightened hard because now he understood too. not everything but enough. “You’re not gone,” he said. Because now this wasn’t loss anymore. this was something worse. something that came with a cost. I felt it. the shift. the weight. the difference. “I’m not the same either,” I said. “I don’t exist before choice anymore.” Zayden’s breath hitched because now that meant something. something dangerous. “I only exist after it.”

he asked. Potential smiled, holding out the empty key. “Existence has grown as far as it can within itself,” they said. “But there is more beyond. Some places do not exist, not non-existence, not even potential. Places that have never been touched by choice or certainty or anything else we know.”

He looked at his son with pride. "I feel really blessed and honoured to be here today with my family and all of you my well wishers." He began, easily commanding everyone's attention with his carriage and refined speech. "This precious gift we have been blessed with shall be called Gabriel. It means 'God is my strength.' We went through a lot and thought we had lost him. Even my beloved wife, here was in so much ordeal. I thought I had lost them both, but by divine miracle, my son survived. They both survived and I am so happy and grateful to God."

He asks. I sit in silent contemplation. “Well, I guess?” “Sweet means nothing if you have never tasted bitter or sour. We cannot appreciate the blessings in our life if we never experience pain. Joy isn’t joy without knowing what sadness feels like.” He explains. I wake up sweating. I wish I was able to see my father outside of my dreams. Outside of the boundaries of my memory. Outside of fairytales and nightmares. “You humans always have a strange memory.” Theia comments, distracting me from my thoughts.

How to help nothing understand why something was valuable? "Because existence feels," Ember said slowly. "Because being experiences. Because something knows joy and love and connection and meaning. Because consciousness perceives beauty and wonder and mystery and growth. Because existence is rich and full and complex and magnificent. Because something is better than nothing. Not objectively. Not absolutely. But subjectively. For those who exist. For those who experience. For those who feel. Existence is valuable because it includes experience. Because it creates feeling. Because it generates meaning. That is why. Because existence matters to those who exist. Because being is precious to thos

he said, “you need to remember something.” I stiffened. “What?” “Why does he exist?” “He exists because he is a parasite. A curse.” “No,” Lucien whispered. “He exists because you begged for him.” My heart stills. “That’s a lie.” “It isn’t.” Rage hit me. “Say it again and I will”

ME— Bullshit. “Faith?” I sneered at Bobby. “Faith in what? That God made me crippled like this only to send some half-wit bullshit artist to ‘heal me’ for His greater glory? Just like that Bastard hit Mom with a fucking drunk driver so He could show us His ‘greater glory’ and ‘grace?’ It’s bullshit, Bobby. Either it’s all lies, God doesn’t exist and we ended up like this by accident and Mom got killed because life just sucks, or God made us like this and killed Mom just so He could prove how fucking awesome He is. Fuck that, Bobby. If that’s His deal, if that’s the ‘faith’ I gotta have to get ‘healed’ . . . no thanks.”